When Chen Yindu heard the cloth doll finish explaining Chen Shi's situation, his expression changed. He carefully inquired about Chen Shi's plans and then relaxed slightly, saying, "This might not be a bad thing." The cloth doll's eyes widened.
It stammered, "How could this be a good thing? Little Shi has undergone a demonic transformation, he's more evil than me—" Chen Yindu said, "Spreading the Primordial Talismans, with no distinction between immortal and divine, will resolve the conflict between immortals and gods, allowing the immortal and divine paths to merge.
The conflict between immortals and gods will become a conflict among the higher-ups, with nothing to do with ordinary immortals and gods. This is naturally a good thing. Let the heads of the Heavenly Court and Immortal Court fight to the death.
What does it have to do with anyone else?" The cloth doll said angrily, "Little Shi has hidden a flaw in the Primordial Talismans that only he knows about! He plans to spread them far and wide so he can control all cultivators!"
"As expected of my grandson, capable of what others cannot do," Chen Yindu praised.
The cloth doll jumped onto his shoulder and touched the old man's forehead, suspecting he was delirious with fever.
"No fever."